Real & True

Sitting down writing a postcard The painting on it reminds me of, early summer that we spent Sweating in the streets of Hong Kong Island Through the window at your place, see the distant mountains Talked me through the high speed, and the changing feelings Reminised the landscapes, and the late evenings Called me up and said that, 'kinda lost my reasons' Still the vocalising face, through the changing seasons I'm coming through, for what's real and true I'm coming through, for it's you What I know would always leave me ended up unsure But still you call me, and I think that means a lot